Rising from the ashes

The A-Bomb Dome is the most haunting reminder of the bombing of Hiroshima, which instantly...
The A-Bomb Dome is the most haunting reminder of the bombing of Hiroshima, which instantly incinerated tens of thousands of residents. PHOTOS: MIKE YARDLEY
The Children’s Peace Monument depicts a girl with outstretched hands trying to catch a crane, the...
The Children’s Peace Monument depicts a girl with outstretched hands trying to catch a crane, the Japanese symbol for longevity, as it flutters just out of reach.
One of the city’s many urban gardens.
One of the city’s many urban gardens.
Visitors to Peace Memorial Park ring the Peace Bell.
Visitors to Peace Memorial Park ring the Peace Bell.
A child’s scorched tricycle at the Hiroshima Peace Memorial Museum.
A child’s scorched tricycle at the Hiroshima Peace Memorial Museum.

Despite its scorched history, permanently defined by its atomic bombing, the horror of war and its lasting legacy is softened by the surprising abundance of beauty in Hiroshima, writes Mike Yardley.

It's the sight of the charred, mangled child's tricycle, inside the Hiroshima Peace Memorial Museum, that really ripped at my heart.

The scorched bike was donated by Nobuo Tetsutani, his 3-year-old son, Shin, died hours after the atomic bombing of their city.

Nobuo found the barely-alive Shin clinging to the trike's handlebars, trapped under the rubble of their destroyed home, before dying later in the evening. Hiroshima's backstory needs no introduction.

Like millions of fellow visitors every year, I, too, was drawn to the city where so many people were wiped out in one instant of apocalyptic destruction.

The biggest surprise is the irrepressible beauty of Hiroshima, an instantly agreeable city, soothingly swathed in vast green spaces, lush and leafy streets and eye-catching rivers.

Rather than replicate the pre-war cityscape, the new Hiroshima was built as a modern and appealing city, with easy-to-navigate streets in a grid system. I loved stepping out for a stroll, on the spotlessly clean streets, and riding the trams that zip you all over the city.

But it's the raw and poignant atomic legacy that dominated my exploration.

The most haunting reminder of the bombing, which instantly incinerated tens of thousands of residents, is the A-Bomb Dome.

Located at the confluence of the Ota and Motoyasu Rivers, and adjacent to the Peace Memorial Park, this landmark was formerly the Industrial Promotion Hall, situated at ground zero of the bombing.

When the first bomb was dropped on Hiroshima, it exploded 500m above the building, killing its occupants instantly.

Now preserved as a World Heritage site, its twisted girders, gaping holes, piles of rubble and shell-like appearance is shockingly evocative, bracketed in verdant trees.

Inside the Peace Memorial Park, I rang the Peace Bell, which visitors are encouraged to do. Nearby is the Memorial Mound, a monument containing the unclaimed or unidentified ashes of thousands of bombing victims, interred in an underground vault.

The saddest memorial is the Children's Peace Monument, which depicts a girl with outstretched hands, while a crane bird, the Japanese symbol for longevity, flutters above. The monument refers to an 11-year-old girl, Sadako Sasaki, who believed that if she made 1000 paper cranes, she would recover from her leukaemia, which developed in 1955. She didn't survive, but as I noticed, the memorial is continuously adorned by fresh paper cranes made by school children all over Japan.

Across the road is the curved beauty of the Cenotaph, which artfully frames the A-Bomb Dome and the Flame of Peace, which will only be extinguished when all nuclear weapons in the world have been eliminated, completes the memorial walk.

From there, I ventured inside the Peace Memorial Museum, which graphically showcases the horrifying consequences of the atomic bombing, like that scorched trike. It speaks to our basic humanity, vividly illustrated through the extensive photographic and video displays, but most powerfully, by the personal stories and exhibits of some of the civilian casualties. Some displays are gruesome, an unvarnished account of truth and human consequences.

I was struck by the watch on display, that stopped ticking at 8.15am, when the bomb exploded, worn at the time by Akito Kawagoe; there are various school uniforms, ripped and burnt, worn by children at the time of the bombing; mangled lunch boxes and deformed glass bottles, melted by the horrendous heat.

There are searing first-hand accounts from survivors of the bombing, who later died from their horrific burns, radiation disorders and cancers. They embody the pain and grief of real people. The final death toll has been estimated at 200,000.

Outside the museum are the so-called Phoenix Trees, which were growing 1.5km away from the hypocentre of the explosion. In recent years, they have been transplanted by the museum, and they still bear the crude scorch marks of the bombing's heat rays. Beyond the Peace Memorial Park, it helps to dispel the gloom and emotional weight of history, by soaking up Hiroshima's post-war renaissance.

I love how the city has developed so many urban gardens, studded with ponds, miniature bridges and magnificent sculptures. It's all so mood-enhancing and pleasing to the eye.

The central shopping district is bright, bustling and buzzy. Another unexpected delight is Hiroshima Castle, which seemingly floats on its moat. Destroyed by the bomb, it has been faithfully reconstructed and the main courtyard also includes trees sporting scorch marks from that fateful day. Regardless of the politics of war, and your individual perspective on whether the United States' actions were warranted in a bid to bring an end to the war, there is no denying the profound, sobering and insightful impact a visit to Hiroshima serves up.

Steeped in raw tragedy, its wide leafy boulevards, laid-back friendliness and welcome embrace, demonstrate humanity at its best and worst. The darkest of days, a people's resilience, and a city rebuilt with its arms wide open to the world.


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